The System snatched me away to work in the fields while I was just walking down the road. I thought that was the unluckiest thing that could ever happen to me, but then I was assigned a senior fellow disciple who carries a little teaching whip and personally guides me every step of the way. But why does this senior fellow disciple look more and more handsome the longer I look at him? And why does the way he looks at me seem to be changing?
Theme: Defending world peace
